All right, don't make fun of me, but I've been totally hooked on Disney songs since starting this chapter. They really do deliver a good, meaningful message... and they're fun to sing at the top of your lungs to :D A few lyrics especially struck me from "Colors of theWind." Maybe I'm completly retarded or something, but I found that the words kinda tied into this chap and the things happening between a certain couple. The way one is so cocky b/c he's "done it all", and the other is struggling so much to try and understand. Anyways, tell me if you see the connection...or if I'm completely wrong and need to stop listening to Disney for life lessons. This chap was a hard one for me b/c I've come to a decision. You may care, you may not: This story will be no longer than 20 chapters. I'm not saying it will be exactly 20, or 19 or 18. To tell ya the truth, I don't really know. But now that I know the pre-determined length, it was a little hard to decide if I should bring in new conflicts, how serious I really want things to get, etc. I really appreciate everyone who reads this story, and I hope you guys aren't too mad at how long this damn thing took. Sometimes I think I'm a friggin' hitchiker; I know where I want to go, I just don't know how to get there. I leave you now with the lyrics that stood out to me and the new chapter. Enjoy : )

You think I'm an ignorant savage

And you've been so many places,

I guess it must be so

But still I cannot see...

If the savage one is me

How can there be so much that you don't know...

You don't know...

"Stacy Keibler."

The young woman's fingers typed in the name as her tired eyes scanned the monitor in front of her. Her mouth turned downwards as she shook her head slowly.

"No, there's no one in any of the rooms by that name."

Randy Orton uttered a frustrated sigh. "Are you sure?"

"If they're in a room, they're on the list," she stated, her voice clearly telling him she had other things to do.

He leaned forward as he lowered his voice.

"Look, it's really important I find her. If this is some sort of patient confidentiality bullshit, just tell me."

Her eyes narrowed. "We don't appreciate that kind of language around here sir. And no, it's not some sort of confidentiality issue, are you sure you have the right hospital?"

Randy turned away momentarily to regain his composure. All he wanted was to see her and get out. Now even that was difficult.

"She's blond," he offered suddenly turning back. "Got real long legs?"

The receptionist's expression changed. "Oh, you mean her? She walked past here about an hour ago with some guy."

Randy frowned. "What guy?"

"He had blond hair too. Had it tied back in a ponytail. About the same height."

Randy nodded. That could be a couple of guys he worked with, or a complete stranger. None of the options were good. Why didn't she just go with one of the girls?

He shook his head. Why would he be bothered that she was walking around with some guy? It wasn't like he actually cared about what she did when he wasn't around.

(X X X)

The bored redhead looked steadily at the small blond seated across from her. Every now and then, she would crane her neck to look around, and it was starting to get annoying.

Finally, after almost watching her fall out of her seat while she performed an exorcist like turn of her head, she decided to talk.

"Trish, who the hell are you looking for?"

"Huh?" The Canadian's head snapped to her so quickly, Lita was afraid she had given herself whiplash.

"Who are you looking for?" she repeated, irritated.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Reaching to take a strawberry from the small fruit basket in between the two, she avoided eye contact.

Lita rolled her eyes. "Seriously, you've been acting paranoid since we got here."

Trish shrugged. "I'm fine."

Lita threw her hands up in exasperation. "Damn it woman, is this about Stacy's bitch fest the other day? She'll come around. Stacy just needs some time to think."

"I know she'll come around," agreed Trish. "But it sucks that she had to be so stupid about this."

Lita nodded. She almost screamed when she saw Trish cast a quick glance over her shoulder again. "But I don't think you keep looking over your shoulder cuz you think she's gonna attack you. What the hell did you do? Rob a bank?"

"No," grumbled Trish.

Pushing her chair back, Lita glared at her. "You know what? Deal with your paranoia and then come talk to me."

Trish was about to argue but instead popped another strawberry into her mouth watching as Lita pushed past Chris Masters who yelled something about putting her in a Masterlock.

A small smile touched Trish's lips as she shook her head. And she thought she was a drama queen.

Her smile faded as she leaned back in her seat. A heavy feeling was lying low in her stomach, and she had the distinct feeling that someone was watching her.

She almost jumped out of the chair when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. Looking up, her heart started to beat faster.

"Trish."

She eyed him warily. This couldn't be good.

"Hunter."

He eased into the chair Lita had previously occupied, sending her a smile that made her uncomfortable.

There was something about Hunter. Trish didn't know what it was, but she was sure she wasn't the only one who felt it. There had been many people who felt ill at ease when he was around. Maybe it was his position of power, or because he really did look like he would take his sledgehammer to anybody, anytime. Whatever the reason, Trish found herself wishing he would leave her alone.

Unfortunately, he reached to grab a grape, bringing his chair closer to the table.

"How've you been?"

"Fine, how about you?"

"The usual. Have to keep this business running. Seems like nobody here cares about it anymore, you know?"

Trish bit her lip. Was someone getting fired? Her eyes widened. Was she getting fired?

"I think people are doing the best they can," she responded quickly. Her throat suddenly felt dry and she reached for the water bottle, knocking it over in her haste. Hunter chuckled as he picked it up off the ground and held it out to her.

Trish's fingers brushed his as she attempted a smile. "So… how's Steph?"

Hunter shrugged. "Fine, I guess. She's been a little pissy lately, but I guess it comes with being married to someone you hardly get to see." His eyes watched her as she twisted the cap off.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting to see the person you love," she offered. Maybe if she said what he wanted to hear, he would leave her alone.

He nodded slowly, reaching to take another grape in between his fingers. He examined it, and Trish watched as he squeezed until it burst. He smiled at her as he put it down and wiped his hands.

"I've been meaning to ask you something."

Trish felt her body get rigid. She and Hunter rarely talked, and she found that adequate enough. "I'm listening."

He cleared his throat as he leaned forward in his chair.

"You know what I think about the recent additions Vince has made. I don't believe they deserve to be here. They're being handed everything the company has to offer so quickly, while I had to work hard to get what I deserved."

Trish almost laughed. She knew the kind of power he held. All he had to do was snap his fingers and he would get any belt he wanted at any pay per view, against any superstar. She refrained, however, because of the way his eyes glinted as he continued.

"I do believe Vince has made a couple of rare good finds. You, for example, had no idea what you were doing when you first got here, but we took the time and money to make you great."

Trish beamed from his unexpected praise.

"However, you're being overshadowed as of lately by all the girls running around half naked."

A frown replaced her proud smile. There was no use denying that.

"That's why I want to make you a proposition.

"I want us to join together and show these amateurs how it's really done. I'll set an example for the guys, you for the girls. You're not making much use of the belt now anyways. We can show them exactly why we really are the best in the business."

"And what exactly would this involve?" asked Trish, cautiously.

"I'll be the muscle, you be the spokesperson. We all know the fans love you, but for some reason, they seem to think I'm never up to anything good."

"You usually aren't," pointed out Trish, curtly.

Hunter chuckled. "I admit, I have a pretty bad rap, but I'm only trying to make wrestling as great as it can be. I don't want to see this company crumble because no one knows what makes a good feud anymore."

Trish shook her head as she started to respond, but Hunter held up a hand.

"You don't have to say anything now, just think about it. Would you rather be pushed into shitty storylines with no real competition, or would you rather be known as the woman who single-handedly breathed some life into the dying woman's division?"

Trish bit her lip as he walked away.

It was definitely something to think about.

(X X X)

"It's positive."

The world seemed to come to an abrupt halt as soon as the words had slipped from his mouth. Her breath caught in her throat as she struggled to keep an emotionless expression.

"What…what's gonna happen?"

She heard the question, but it took a while for her to realize that she herself had spoken. An overwhelming urge to scream took hold of her, but she managed to reign it in.

"Well, I'll have to tell Vince," Teddy paused as he shook his head. "I-I don't know what he'll want to do, but it's likely that he will send you to a rehab clinic."

Christy's chest started to rise and fall heavily. This wasn't possible. The only time she had ever done drugs was in high school. And she hadn't even wanted to do it then. Her boyfriend had forced her to.

"How accurate is the test?"

Christy turned to her left to see Dawn Marie biting her lip. She almost smiled. It seemed as if Dawn was worrying more than she was.

"They're fairly accurate."

"Can I go now?"

Both heads snapped in her direction as Christy spoke. A second longer in here would guarantee an outburst from her. And she couldn't have that. On top of being a druggie, she didn't want them to think she was crazy.

"Um… you can go, but you can't leave the hotel," answered Teddy, sending a look to Dawn.

"I don't need a babysitter," retorted Christy. She felt Dawn's eyes on her, but she refrained from looking at her.

"Christy…"

"Just stop," said Christy coldly. She stood abruptly, gripping her purse tightly. "I don't need your help Dawn. I know neither of you will believe me when I say this, but I have no idea why the fucken test came out positive. If you're so ready to believe that I'm an addict, then go ahead. But isn't it possible that I was drugged? Isn't it possible that the test was wrong?"

"Stop it," commanded Teddy, his voice rising. "No one drugged you, Christy. As much as we would like to believe you didn't do it, the test results don't lie."

"Tell Vince," sneered Christy. "I don't give a shit anymore. "Send me to some second rate rehab clinic. As soon as this is over, I'm quitting."

(X X X)

Stacy Keibler licked her lips as she watched the cars from her view high above. Her fingers ran lightly along the steel railing as a cold breeze flew softly through the sheer shirt she wore.

A long sigh left her as her eyes fluttered shut. Getting Chris to come get her had been no easy task. Apparently, she had woken him up at one in the afternoon and he was in no mood to do much of anything. It wasn't until she had offered to do him a favor that he agreed.

Shit, he had even brought her flowers along with a goofy smile on his face.

A small giggle left Stacy's lips as she shook her head, looking over her shoulder.

He was lying on the bed with his mouth wide-open emitting loud snores. A thin sheet was wrapped around his midsection haphazardly, making it impossible not to see that he was wearing nothing underneath.

A warm feeling touched Stacy's cheeks as she bit her lip and cast her eyes downward. For all his outward bravado and devil may care attitude, Jericho was a very attentive lover.

Another sigh left her lips, this one more sorrowful than the last. She leaned against the railing for a second before pushing off and sliding the glass doors open. Moving silently to the foot of the bed, she yanked the sheets off to let the cold breeze awaken him.

"I'm cold!" came the loud whine. Chris bolted up to snatch the sheets from her hands before she had a chance to react.

"Chris, you have to get down to the arena or you'll be late."

"Don't see why you don't have to go," he grumbled, stubbornly burying his head deeper into the pillow.

Stacy rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips. "I don't care where you go, I just want you out of here cuz I feel like being alone."

Jericho's head popped up. "Are you kicking me out of your hotel room?"

Stacy nodded curtly.

"Wow," Jericho sighed, running a hand over his face. "This is a first for me. Usually I'm the one who has to kick the broad out."

"Who you callin' a broad?" grumbled Stacy, picking up his clothes.

"All right, I'm goin'," conceded Chris. He pulled his pants on, standing up to stretch languidly. He turned to Stacy, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Maybe we'll do this again."

Stacy shrugged, offering only a halfhearted smile. "You're a cool guy and all Chris. But I think I'm gonna try some other flavors before I decide."

A confused look flitted across Chris's face before realization dawned. "You mean you're gonna sleep around?"

A throaty chuckle answered his question before Stacy looked at him seriously. "I'm getting a little tired of being thought of as innocent little Stacy. I'm young and willing. Why not?"

"Spoken like a true slut," muttered Chris, shaking his head.

Stacy frowned. "What's the difference between what you do and what I do? The only real difference is that you have a penis and I don't. I'm sick of that double standard."

Pulling his shirt over his head, Chris shook his head. "Hey, I've got no problem as long as you let me hit it once in a while. I'm just warnin' you that some people may not have the same mindset as we do-"

"I've given up caring what other people think of me," interrupted Stacy, anger in her voice. She turned around quickly to force down the tears burning in the back of her eyes. Clearing her throat, she turned to face him again. "Can you go? I feel like taking a shower."

"Aw… can't I join you?" Chris laughed as Stacy swatted his arm. "I'll see you later, Stace."

Stacy sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as he almost tripped trying to put on his shoes. Hearing the door close, she let exhaustion take over. She hadn't slept well at the hospital and she hadn't had a chance to rest yet. Lying in the same bed with Chris for too long had driven her out to the balcony.

She chewed her lip as she thought about her conflicting feelings. It was strange to put into words, but she felt a desire for revenge. Granted, Stacy had always been one to remember what people had done to her, but she had never really been vengeful. She had always forgiven. It was the forgetting part she had trouble with.

The only reason she hadn't immediately kicked Chris out was because he had fallen asleep almost the second they were done. And after all, she was quite new at this.

Hopefully overtime, she would learn to have a heart as cold as ice.

Hopefully overtime, she would be able to think what her life had become without wanting to break down and cry.

(X X X)

The small redhead buried her face in her hands as she fought desperately to maintain her cool. She could still see Teddy and Dawn with those looks on their faces. Those pitying looks directed at her.

She let out a small cry as she let her head fall back to look at the ceiling. Why the hell was this elevator moving so slow?

She listened intently to the gentle hum of the machinery in an attempt to lose herself. She wanted to be anywhere but here. Anywhere was better then where she was headed. She knew her mother would found out about this. It was inevitable.

A creeping feeling of dread slowly took hold of her. Who else would they tell? Everyone on the roster would probably know by the end of the night. Whether or not it was a secret, she knew they would find out. He would find out of course…

Christy let out a deep breath as the doors opened to let her through. Her steps were shaky as she walked slowly to her room. Facing Teddy and Dawn had proved too much to handle. She was almost grateful she wouldn't have to go shoot a show tomorrow.

Until she realized she wouldn't have to shoot another show for a long time.

The emotions she had pushed down suddenly crashed over her so hard, her knees buckled. She reached for the wall to try to balance herself. Leaning hard against the wall, she closed her eyes tightly.

How long would her life be put on a standstill? Would anyone even want anything to do with her after she was out?

But the most persistent question was still drumming in the back of her mind incessantly.

How was this possible? Weed once when she was seventeen hardly qualified her as a drug addict. Yet that was exactly her label now. She was a druggie who denied it, even when the results were in the hands of the general manager.

Christy let her forehead rest along the wall as she swallowed the painful lump in her throat. It wasn't like she had any choice. She had to go whether she wanted to or not. Maybe this business really wasn't for her. She never would have thought framing someone was part of the contract she had signed when she had won the diva search contest.

But here she was now. A victim of unfortunate circumstances.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she started to her room again. There was no use hanging around the hallways looking like her life had just ended. She wanted to attract as little attention as possible. Right now, she wanted to disappear.

Her trembling fingers had slid the keycard in when a hand suddenly caught her arm.

"What happened?"

Christy's eyes closed again, wishing him gone. She couldn't deal with him right now. She didn't know if she was ever going to be able to deal with him.

"Mind your business." Her voice came out unsteadily, holding none of the coldness she had intended.

His fingers tightened around her arm, making her squirm. She looked away as his eyes got to be too much to handle.

"This is my business, Christy," he growled. "Stop tryin' to be a smartass and tell me what went down."

Christy rolled her eyes. "As if you care. If you were really that concerned you would have been there." She smirked when he let her go and stepped back. "What; were you too busy fucking Torrie?"

Christy's eyes widened as he suddenly stepped close to her. His breath fell across her face as she tried to stand her ground.

"Don't gimme that when you're the one getting shitfaced behind my back."

Her mouth dropped at his words.

"First off," she started lowly, well aware she was shaking with anger, "you need to get the fuck away from me." Bringing her hands to his chest, she pushed hard, causing him to stumble back from surprise. "Second, this is none of your damn business . And if you're so ready to believe I get shitfaced everyday, then you don't really need me to tell you that the test came out positive, do you?"

"The test came out positive?"

Christy stamped her foot in anger. "Yes it did; but you already knew that didn't you?"

Shaking his head, John ran a hand through his short hair. "Did you do it?"

Christy brows knitted together in confusion. "Are you deaf? I said it came out positive."

John snorted. "Are you deaf? I asked if you did it, not the test results."

"Obviously I did if its positive," mumbled Christy looking down.

A silence fell upon both superstars, until Christy cautiously lifted her eyes to his, only to find him staring at her expectantly.

"You still haven't answered my question."

"What the hell are you talking about?" exclaimed Christy, frustrated.

"You said the test came out positive. But I wanna know if you took drugs."

Christy let his words sink in. Could there actually be a doubt in his mind that she took the drugs? Everyone else was so ready and willing to believe she had. Why should he be any different?

"I…" Christy smiled sadly. "Does it matter John? They're sending me to rehab whether I did it or not. No one's gonna believe me. Shit… I wouldn't believe it if someone claimed they didn't do it with the test results coming out positive."

John let a small grin break through his grim expression. A fluttering started in Christy's stomach causing her to turn away quickly.

Damn smile.

"I guess that's what makes me different. I take people at their word, Christy."

Her eyes snapped back to his. "You expect me to believe this when you were the one who wanted me to take the test in the first place? Where was all this bullshit then, John? Where-"

Her words were cut off as he placed a finger to her lips.

"Shut up."

As if his words had some sort of magical effect, Christy seemed to lose all control of her voice as he leaned down to her.

A small sigh escaped her as he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her close. His tongue glided delicately along her bottom lip, until hesitantly, she parted them.

Feeling his tongue slip inside, Christy let herself get lost. She forgot about the future that was waiting for her. She forgot about the consequences. She forgot about the injustice. The only thing she felt at the moment was the heat emanating from both their bodies as their tongue explored each other's mouths.

She was fully aware of the way his fingers caressed the small of her back sensuously. Her skin felt a hundred times more sensitive to his every touch. He sucked on her bottom lip persistently, eliciting a breathy moan. Her face grew warm as she heard his low chuckle.

He pulled back as he stared into her eyes. "I guess every time I want you to stop talking I should kiss you."

Christy pushed away from him softly. "John… we just cant. I'm gonna be gone for who knows how long. I don't want this right now."

"So I'm gonna be the one doin' the waitin'?" She glanced at his eyes to find a fleeting hint of annoyance before it disappeared.

"What do you want me to say? I didn't do the damn drugs. I'm not even sure I want to come back-"

"Oh," he interrupted. "You're comin' back."

Christy shook her head in defeat. "It doesn't matter. Don't you get it? Even if I do want to come back, Vince might not want me anymore. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

"You're supposed to try," responded John, a bit harshly.

Christy laughed bitterly. "I'm not in grammar school, John. That "you can do anything if you just try hard enough" bullshit? Just drop it."

"I don't just drop shit," he responded coolly. "And I don't like people who do."

"I would like to try," started Christy loudly. "But its hard when you're on lockdown and everyone already thinks you did it anyways."

"Christy," sighed John. "You didn't do it, did you?"

Christy's eyes flashed. "No! I-"

"Then we're gonna find the motherfuckers who did."

Christy let out a frustrated groan. "Did you turn into Sherlock Holmes all of a sudden? And how do you know I'm not lying to you?"

John tilted his head to the side as if studying her. "Sixth sense? I dunno. I got nothin' better to do an' I'm lookin' for some excitement."

"I'm glad this is so damn fun for you," scowled Christy, glaring at him.

He squeezed her chin slightly, laughing when she twisted away. "Don't act like it aint fun to play detective."

"Not when its my ass on the line!" exclaimed Christy, angry that he seemed to be taking the whole matter so lightly.

"Look at it this way; there are really only a couple of people it could have been. It was done in the hotel with a roster full of wrestlers. Most of them don't really know you. We make a list of the ones you do know. Narrow it down to the ones you might have pissed off, and there you go."

"You really think its that easy?" asked Christy, raising a brow skeptically.

"No," confessed John. "But its obvious, aint it? It cant hurt if we just try."

Christy looked away for a moment. "Torrie's the only person that doesn't like me." She looked at him pointedly. "You know that, John."

John nodded. "I thought about her. But I just don't think she's capable of it. As big a bitch she makes herself out to be, she's really a coward."

Christy smiled. "Fine, John. We'll go play private investigators. But when this all blows up in our faces…" she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the doubts. Instead, she smiled at him. "Will you promise to write to me in rehab?"

A dimple appeared as John smiled. "I'll even sneak you in a couple of naked pictures to help you sleep at night."

Christy rolled her eyes as she turned to slip the keycard into the lock again.

Her stomach was in absolute knots at the moment. She had no idea how she managed to plaster the look of nonchalance on her face while talking to him. There was a very real possibility that she wouldn't see him for months; maybe never again.

But as his lips caught hers once more for a last kiss, the world, and her fears, seemed to melt away.

(X X X)

"So… how does it feel?"

His eyes darted to hers for a second before returning their steady gaze to her breasts.

"Feels good."

Torrie rolled her eyes.

"I know that, you moron. But, I mean, what do you feel when you do it? Have you ever?"

Ken nodded, sitting back in his seat and crossing his arms over his chest. "I've done it a couple of times when I was a kid. Shit gets you real hyped up and feeling excited. Feels like you can take on the whole world and keep going forever."

Torrie raised her brows. "And the downfalls?"

Ken shrugged. "Same as with all other types of drugs. Gotta be careful you don't overdose."

A small smile came over Torrie as she batted her eyelashes at him. "So… you think you have any more?"

Ken smacked his gum loudly as he looked her over. "You sure you want some?"

Torrie looked down for a split second before meeting his eyes again. "I'm sure of every action I've ever taken Ken. I'd like to know how powerful I can feel."

Ken smirked. "I'm going to have to stay with you. After all, you need to keep hydrated and you cant overexert yourself."

Torrie waved him away. "Whatever, but if you even try to lay a finger on me, I'll kick you."

Licking his lips, Ken nodded. She had no idea of knowing that ecstasy usually made people lose all their inhibitions. She had no way of knowing ecstasy was a known date drug.

"Sure," he complied graciously. "I'll ask my friend to give me the best shit he has and I'll bring it over to you."

Torrie smiled. "But we have to do it when no one is around. I don't want anyone catching me with that stuff."

Ken returned her smile. "Well, don't worry about it. I'll be there to help you along the way."

"Perfect," purred Torrie. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she stood. "I'll be expecting a call from you? Make sure no one knows what you're doing. I want to try it, but I'm not getting caught like that stupid bitch."

"How's that going?"

Forgetting her haste, Torrie sat down again. "It's going great! She was supposed to take the test today, and of course, it came out positive. Any day now, she's going to be sent away." Her grin disappeared. "That's why I cant let anyone find out I'm doing it. Just make sure to be careful."

Ken Kennedy nodded. "Don't worry, Torrie. No one will find out."

(X X X)

An involuntary shiver passed through Stacy Keibler as she stepped out of the shower. Her brows furrowed in confusion as she took the white towel and wrapped it securely around her slender frame.

Her lips curled in disgust as she pulled a comb through her wet hair. She had to stop thinking there were monsters lurking behind every corner. She'd be damned if she went through the rest of her life scared.

She put the hairbrush done after being finished, wincing as the clatter seemed to echo throughout the small bathroom. Moving softly, she tightened the towel around herself as she made her way to the bedroom.

Keeping her eyes on the ground, she sat down at the vanity, ready to apply lotion when she looked up at the mirror.

"Shit!"

She whirled around quickly, almost tearing the towel off her. She managed to catch it, however, and held it tightly to her heaving chest as her eyes narrowed.

"What are you doing here?"

His crystal eyes locked fiercely onto hers as he gave her a once over.

"What do you mean, Stace? The door wasn't closed; I thought you were open for business." He held up a piece of clothing, throwing at her lap.

Stacy flushed as she looked down.

Looked like Chris was going commando underneath his pants.

Forcing herself to meet his angry gaze, Stacy stared at him defiantly.

"How long have you been here?"

Randy swallowed hard to keep from losing it. "Why? You got another fuck coming up?"

Stacy smirked. "Actually, I do. So would you mind getting out and shutting the door after you?"

Randy's face twisted into a scowl. "What the hell is wrong with you? You go to the hospital and you come back a slut? What the hell did they give you?"

Rolling her eyes, Stacy pumped a small amount of lotion into her palms. "They gave me a large dose of reality. And if you were that concerned about my welfare, you would have been there."

"Don't give me that bullshit," hissed Randy, fists clenching.

"What's the matter?" Stacy asked, feigning a look of concern on her face. "Moody cuz you haven't had a blowjob today?" A rush of anger coursed through her. "Well guess what sweetie? I don't give a fuck anymore. Call me a slut. Call me whatever the fuck you want, asshole. If you think for one minute I'm going to lose sleep over your disapproval of my personal life," she snorted, "you have your head farther up your ass then I thought."

"Listen to me carefully," Randy began, slowly rising and walking to her. "If this is some cute way of trying to get me back-"

"Shut up!" screamed Stacy, jumping up. Her hands bunched the towel together as her eyes fastened on his. "This has nothing to do with you!" she looked down for a split second at the blatant lie she'd just said. But looking at him again, she was determined not to let him see her break. "Now get the fuck out!"

In a heartbeat, Randy closed the space between them and grabbed her arms harshly. Pushing her back, she stumbled onto the vanity as he forced her knees apart to stand between her thighs.

Stacy struggled to get free, hardly aware that the only thing keeping her towel up was the fact that she was crushed against his chest.

"What's wrong Stace?" taunted Randy, pushing his pelvis deeper into the cradle of her thighs. "You wanna act like a damn whore, I'm gonna treat you like one." He let go of her arms, only to wrap her hair in his hands, pulling her head back almost violently.

Stacy gasped. This wasn't supposed to be happening. She shouldn't be feeling scared to death of him. He wasn't even supposed to be here.

"Get out," she managed to say, hands pushing relentlessly at his chest. The next instant, his hands jerked her lips to his.

Stacy uttered a whimper of pain as bit her. His hands were still pulling at her hair and it was all she could do not to groan.

"How many other guys have you fucked since leaving the hospital?" Randy growled, letting his teeth grind on her swollen lips. Before he could answer, he attacked her mouth again, forcing her it open to suck hard on her tongue.

When he finally did pull back, Stacy collapsed against him, her lungs starved for air. She laid her head on his shoulder, a hand held to her wildly thumping heart.

Randy wrenched away, almost letting her fall to the floor. He caught her and took her arms once again, leading her to the bed.

"Just another notch on your belt, right?" he sneered. Her eyes widened as he started to undo his pants.

"Stop," she whispered, a panic stricken look coming over her expression. Why did she ever think she could do this? Chris had been different. He had been willing to go at whatever pace she set.

"Don't start the damn virginal shit now," he snarled. His hands dropped to his sides as he shook his head. "You want to be a slut? I've been with enough of them to tell you exactly how to act." He pointed at her towel, which she was clinging onto as if it would save her. "Get rid of the towel and spread your legs. Tell me how much you fucken want me. Tell me how you're gonna be the best fuck I've ever had. Tell me you've been waiting for me since the day you fucken laid eyes on me, Stace. Tell me!" his voice steadily grew until finally, he was shouting.

Stacy closed her tightly, unable to stop the stream of tears. "I-I cant," she gasped. Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. "I cant be like that." Her voice was a mere sigh as her sobs continued.

"I know," whispered Randy softly.